Text: Allman Brothers Band. At Fillmore East. One Way Out.

Ain't but one way out baby
Lord I just can't go out the door
Ain't but one way out baby
And Lord I just can't go out the door
'Cause there's a man down there
Might be Your man I don't know

Lord You got me trapped woman
Up on the second floor
If I get by this time
I won't be trapped no more

So raise your window baby
And I can ease out soft and slow
And Lord, Your neighbors, no they won't be
Talking that stuff that they don't know

Lord, I'm foolish to be here in the first place
I know some man gonna walk in
And take my place
Ain't no way in the world
I'm going out that front door

'Cause there's a man down there
Might be Your man I don't know
'Cause there's a man down there
Might be Your man I don't know
'Cause there's a man down there
Lord, it just might happen to be Your man

Lord, it just a might be Your man
Lord, it just a might be Your man
Oh baby, I just don't know